Talk:Wreck of the Clawkeel/@comment-2246928-20150413151413/@comment-2246928-20150721020558

Riftrun nodded, ideas of just where the marten's true loyalties may lie flitting through his brain. He might have been a corsair, but he wasn't completely gullible. The fox sheathed his machete. Casting a worried glance about, he gestured the marten closer with a paw, his eyes narrowed at the land around them in wary distrust. "C'm o'er 'ere, they might see us..."